'seeds'
the optimism titanic
sinks inside my whimsical bones
panic inside a closed cabin
the voyaging maverick yearnings
the chaos of impending doom
strips bare the facades and the truths
hanging on to the most precious
beauty of a beloved's dream
from the wreckage emerge stories
of unending love and desire
within a survivor's heartbeat
seeds of resilience blossom
become the flowers of laughter
alive with the fragrance of life
my pessimism's nemesis
this optimism titanic..
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"the seeds of resilience becoming the flowers of laughter" is an inspiring image! Love how the poem works toward a titanic rising again like a phoenix!
ReplyDeleteIt is necessary for pessimism to have a nemisis, isn't it? Or else it swamps everything ...
ReplyDeletenice, I like the play on the word titanic
ReplyDeleteYou plant an important seed in the mind there.
ReplyDeleteYou have reclaimed titanic as an adjective and made it a beautiful one. May we know such optimism, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThe seeds of optimism carry us through on to another day. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteJust what I needed to read this wet, dreary morning.
ReplyDelete'the seeds of resilient hope', fabulous words!
ReplyDeleteThis has so much to offer; I especially love the image of "flowers of laughter."
ReplyDeletelike others, I particularly like the image from "seeds of resilience bloom..."
ReplyDeleteMe too on "the seeds of resilience becoming the flowers of laughter..." Lovely. What crazy journeys our minds and hearts take us on.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful reminder to be "alive with the fragrance of life, my pessimism's nemesis". Simply Glorious!
ReplyDeleteWow- this was really inspired. Loved Sandy's comment about reclaiming the word titanic... so true- and well done!
ReplyDeleteI really love the opposite of titanic and a seed. Huge in scale but not more important than the smallest thing.
ReplyDeleteI love your use of the Titanic for this.
ReplyDeleteThe images of sinking and then rising again are wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteLovely feelings written in this piece - my optimism seems to wax and wane in this strange world
ReplyDeletePessimistic by nature, I love the thought of optimism taking a titanic hold. Great wording throughout your poem.
ReplyDeleteDear Zoya--
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely piece. I felt myself encapsulated in despair and drowning...only to become bouyant with hope--
Your words are so thoughtful and well-placed, always--
Thank you--
Beth
Stoic, Love it. Beloved's dream and survivors heartbeat.
ReplyDelete"strips bare the facades and the truths"
ReplyDeleteLove the line! :)
It is funny to see so many different poems on the same topic. Like yours.
ReplyDeleteI see your poetry is as strong as ever. I've had a three month's blogging break but hope to be posting again soon. Thanks for your concern.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem...I'm in dire need of some optimism right now.
ReplyDelete..my Sincere Thanks to All of U..
ReplyDeleteVery though provoking lines within this poem.....thank you for sharing.
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